#she'd be able to pass any lie detector if she wanted to

[murdockhawkeye]

would it be a big leap to think that maybe the full moon, didn't actually grant them 'new powers' (not talking about s1e1/s2e1), but instead.. just turned them on?

like what if cleo and the others already had siren abilities, they just didn’t know? what if rikki/emma were able to cool down/heat up their bodies at will?

did they ever actually. check if they were able to do those things or?

[the-thieves-gambit]

Listening to what Diana had to say and Wally's condition was harder than she thought it would be. Reaching over, she placed a hand on the other's shoulder in some sort of comfort. Something inside of her cracked, everything she tried to deny about how she cared about him came to a head. She could no longer deny it, but for now, she would push it aside. Diana needed her help, her feelings could wait for later, and she needed a clear head for this. Though the anger within her continued to build and be fueled by every single detail that Diana gave her. This was personal. They knew him well and she would make sure to do exactly what Diana wanted, she would make them pay.

Laughing, she shook her head. " Don't worry about me, I will never be a hero. You get ready. See in a bit."

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Making it back to the office, she called Mai to come in as soon as possible. Heading up to her apartment above it, she cleaned up and wrapped bandages around her waist and abdomen for support to be able to walk a bit better without feeling like she was about to keel over. Using the outfit she usually wore for depositions, her white button up and black slacks, she tied her hair up and back before putting some makeup on so it didn't look like she was just on deaths door a couple of hours ago. She met enough agents in her life to know how to pass for one.

Giving Mai a cliff notes version of what happened, she let her know what to do if she misstep in any way and was unable to make it out. Mai in return set up a burn phone with an extra chip for her to download information onto for her to take in. She'd remotely set up a trojan horse which she could help the woman find more information on her end. After Mai left, Elizabeth took one last look in the mirror before tucking her 3d printed knife into the left ankle holster. It not being made of metal let her take it in past metal detectors anywhere she went. While it might not keep up as good her trusty switchblade, it would do in case she needed it.

With everything she could think of being taken care off, she headed off to meet with Diana. Having some time to think things over, she decided to just get straight into it. She needed to treat this like a case. "Okay, so when we go in, we'll split up. I'll look for any access I can to the system that will let me look for those call logs and access to anything else that might lead us to figure out what happened. You go see him. It'll keep eyes on him and they'll most likely be tracking whose coming and going to see him if a stranger," herself. "Showed up, it might tip them off. You coming to see him would just be normal. Even if they don't let you see him, I'll need a distraction. If you're okay with doing that, you putting up a fight will be a window I could use."

Facing Diana, she looked her straight in the eyes. "I have a lot of experience doing things like this. I can lie and wiggle my way out of situations that might arise, but I need you to stay safe. If anything begins to go awry, if your gut tells you to go, do it. One thing thats kept me alive is listening to that voice inside of you that says to go. Never ignore your instinct. Once we're in there, you do not know me, you do not worry about me. Okay?"

"I'm afraid," she didn't want to be brutally honest here but this wasn't something she could tell his sisters. "He won't make it through. My professionalism keeps me from freaking out but what his body undertook, it was a lot to come back from. His will is stronger sure but sometimes even the strongest person. It isn't enough. He doesn't advertise his weak points. So, this was calculated. Hinder him and catch him off guard. He's a near genius so mind games he can beat. Hitting his left lung no one knows besides us that is his weak side. I can't stop thinking about it. They didn't want to kill him there. They wanted him to suffer and left him to bleed out knowing getting him the necessary donor could prove impossible." Diana's face took on a different expression. "I want whoever did this to him to pay. By any means necessary." She nodded and worried over her as she didn't want her to further injure herself. "Fine but any little discomfort you tell me. Don't try to be a hero."

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Tracing footsteps was a lot harder than she anticipated but if anyone knew Diana, they'd know she always got her way. Leaving her kids safely with her brother in law and having Andy as her back up, she was in prime position to poke. Fuck with her family and they'd be met with the human storm of one Diana.

She had never been drunk in her life but she'd seen enough movies to know the basics. There was a specific person she wanted the attention of and knew if she played up the damsel in distress that it'd be like a flame calling to a moth. Be careful. She heard her husband's voice in her ear and knew the only reason he agreed to this was because he had her back. That and he was the one with the black belt. She wasn't the only one he had to look after and she knew that but he knew better than to bench her given the circumstances.

Twenty five minutes later she met up with her husband having in her position what they came here for. She leaned over the gear shift and gave a kiss, thanking him for coming. Now she could leave this in the hands of the professional. "Powerful my ass. He was just like every single desperate man in the planet. Take us back home. I am meeting Elizabeth in less than thirty minutes. She's going to need this."

[katedrakeohd]

A Very Merry Birthday (5)

[Masterlist]

Hey let's make this a wacky drabble. This week's prompt #80 Stop looking at me like that

Word count: 2000

Cast of characters: Drake, Kate, Preston Davis. (OC)

Rated PG: talk of mature themes, sexual innuendo

Tagging:

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After exiting the stairway, Drake and Kate make their way down the hall to their room. He looked at her nervously as he dug into his pocket for his room key, "Are we really going through with this threesome thing?"

When they arrive at their door, Kate steps in front of Drake. Cupping his face in her hands she pulls him in for a kiss, her voice low, "Yes, we are. I'm only going to turn 27 once and I want it to be special." 

Drake smirks against her mouth and mumbles as their kisses continue, "What's so special about turning 27?"

Kate caresses the back of his neck and runs her fingers through his hair, "Nothing really, but do you know what?"

"Hmm?"

Kate runs the pad of her thumb across his bottom lip, and then licks her own. "I can still taste myself on your mouth and I like it."

Drake presses the room key into her hand and with the other hand goes into his jacket, making sure to slide his palm across her breast before retrieving his phone from the inside pocket. 

"You go on into our room, and I'll give Preston a call."

Kate chuckles, "Be nice to him, and please tell him again that I'm sorry for hurting him."

"I will."

…

Preston is sitting up in bed in his underwear and a t-shirt, with a small bag of ice wrapped in a pillowcase nestled against his groin. The pain had pretty much subsided by this point, but he wanted to make sure there was no chance of swelling. This hadn't been his first blow to the nuts, but knowing how it felt didn't make any time it happened again any less painful. 

Beside him on the bed is a half eaten sandwich on a plate that he had ordered from room service. It was still early in the evening and it bothered him to not have anything to do. If they were back home at Valtoria there would still be another two hours in his work shift. Back at home these were prime party hours and he'd have guests to keep tabs on with his usual crew of guards. If it was a quiet evening with no guests, he'd walk the halls and then patrol the perimeter outside and use the time to go over  the next day's sentry and active guard schedule in his head and get some welcome fresh air.

Once a month there would be an evening poker game amongst the senior staffers, which occasionally the Duke would join in on if the Duchess was away, but mostly it was a fun and casual night for the staff to tell funny anecdotes at their employer's expense. 

Tonight, after clicking through the limited channel options on his room's TV, he had resorted to browsing the social media on his phone. Thankfully the hotel had free wifi. Reaching over he grabs the last part of his sandwich and takes a bite, and then another to finish it. Now that his hand was free he shifted the ice pack to the side and gingerly fondled himself through his underwear. The ice had left him temporarily numb, but there didn't seem to be any unusual swelling so he transferred the ice pack over onto his dinner plate. Laying his phone on his chest he planted his hands on the bed and carefully scooted his ass down the bed so he could lie down on his back. With a sigh he folded his arms behind his head and stared up at the ceiling. 

After a few minutes of studying the crown moulding and lamenting the Ravenhurst's poor choice of wallpaper, he closes his eyes out of boredom. Out in the hallway he can hear the muffled voices of people approaching his room, expecting them to fade as they pass by. But this time they don't. Listening intently he recognizes the low tones of Drake's voice, and the faint inflection of Kate's laughter. So Mr. and Mrs. Smith, or Jones or whatever are back from their dinner date. Hope they had fun. 

There's the click of a door opening and closing and then the muffled footfalls of someone walking away, punctuated by the creek of the wooden floorboards under the carpet. Preston turns his head to look toward the door, curious. Pulling his hand out from behind his head he reaches for his phone before it can slide off his chest.

 …

Drake shoved one hand in his pocket as he paced back and forth in the hallway, looking down at his phone. Of course it had to be the pocket with Kate's panties in it. He bunches them in his fist and sighs in frustration as he picks Preston's name out of his contact folder. How in the hell do I call someone and invite them to be the third person in a sexual situation? Especially when I really don't want him there in the first place? I could lie to her and say that I asked Preston and he declined. Yeah right, Kate's like a human lie detector and would know I'm not telling the truth. 

He presses the message icon on his screen and then stops to lean against the wall. As awkward a conversation this was about to be, it would be better conducted quietly.

The Duke::   Hi Preston, how are you feeling?

There's a brief pause and then Preston responds,

Preston::  I'm doing ok. How can I help you Sir?

The Duke:: I have an unusual request. You're free to decline if you don't feel up to the task.

Preston:: Ok. That's not suspicious at all. 🤔

The Duke:: First some questions. And again you can choose not to answer if you feel they're too personal.

Preston:: Should I be worried? This isn't some dangerous mission is it?

The Duke:: That all depends on how you behave.

Drake grins to himself and rubs his jaw as he waits for Preston to respond. The seconds tick by and then Preston answers.

Preston:: Are you out in the hall?

The Duke:: yes

A few seconds go by and he hears a door open and he looks up to see Preston pop his head out into the hall. 

"Pssst. Over here," he whispers.

Drake pushes away from the wall and tucks his phone into his back pocket. He looks quickly up and down the hall before walking over to Preston's room. He takes in his underdressed state and then grins at him, "You're going to think I'm crazy."

Preston steps back to let Drake step into the room. "Now I'm really curious."

Drake stands in the middle of the room feeling awkward, knowing he still had to ask the questions he had on his mind. Preston gestures toward the chair for Drake to have a seat, but he shakes his head.

"I'd rather stand." I'm too nervous to sit down. "But you might want to sit."

Preston shrugs and then sits down on the end of the bed. "What's on your mind, Sir?"

Drake doesn't know where to start. Just get the personal questions out of the way, you idiot, before you chicken out.

Taking a deep breath in Drake forces himself to push aside his nerves and decides to sit down after all. He pulls his phone out of his pocket and then leans forward to rest his elbows on his knees. "Ok, then. Question one. Are you currently in a relationship?"

Preston's eyebrows shoot up in surprise, "Uh, no. But why -...?"

Drake holds his hand up to interrupt him, "Just bear with me and then I'll get to the point."

Preston tilts his head, frowning, but crosses his arms and then waits. 

Drake scratches the back of his head, trying to find the words to ask the questions on his mind before he gets to the invitation from Kate.

"Are..are you straight? Gay? Something else?" Drake stammers, feeling anxious.

Preston can't help but laugh, "Are you asking me out on a date Your Grace?"

"I...just answer the question."

Preston shrugs, noting the nervous bounce of Drake's knee and the way he kept averting his eyes. He also couldn't help but notice that his shirt was half unbuttoned already and his hair was slightly messy. "I'm straight...I guess."

Drake looks up, "You guess? Either you are or you aren't.  Stop looking at me like that."

"Well when you get right down to it, these days when you're lonely enough and looking for that kind of pleasure a hole is a hole. If you understand what I mean? Between two consenting adults of course."

Drake wasn't expecting that kind of answer from Preston, and he's suddenly reminded of his own 27th Birthday. But he had one last question before he mentioned the threesome idea. Taking a deep breath he thought about Kate, and how she was expecting Preston to come back with him.

"Well, if you're thinking straight, I want your honest opinion about something."

Preston wasn't sure where this was going, but this had to be the strangest conversation he'd ever had with any boss he's ever had. Was it even ethical to have this kind of conversation? 

"Ok, sure. What do you want to know?"

"How do you feel about my wife?"

Preston wasn't sure how to answer that sort of question without getting a punch to the face. She'd already slapped him and mashed his nuts with her knee, but being the one to escort her to the restaurant had been exciting to say the least. He wasn't sure if he'd interpreted her suggestion correctly, that he should get handsy with her in order to get Drake's attention, or not. Or perhaps he had gone too far. He was certainly confused as to why Drake would show up in his room and start asking personal questions. He decided to keep his answer as ambiguous as possible.

"She's a beautiful woman, and a man would have to be blind not to desire her."

Drake nods, appreciating his answer, "Go on, I think there's more you want to say."

Preston's eyes narrow and he feels uncomfortable with Drake's tone of voice, "If you're trying to lead me on into admitting something as some sort of trap, I'm not falling for it. I was following her orders…"

Again Drake interrupts, "Yes, I get that. What I really want to know is if you enjoyed touching my wife like that?"

Preston carefully considers his answer. Yes, he had liked being able to touch her. But acting like a total ass had earned him a slap and a knee to the groin, and he knew that wasn't acceptable behavior. Kate didn't deserve to be grabbed like that. She had looked like candy wrapped in a red satin bow, and damn she had smelled like it too. He'd love to be lucky enough to have a woman like that. She would be like a gift, one he could unwrap everyday and never get tired of finding the same thing waiting for him on the inside.

"No, I didn't. K...Mrs. Walker shouldn't be touched that way without permission. It was wrong."

Drake's phone chimes and he checks it. He has a text message from Kate.

Kate:: have you asked him yet?

Drake:: getting there, be patient.

Drake looks up from his phone. "Smart answer. Now how would you like the chance to make it right?"

His phone chimes again. 

Preston chuckles, "What do you mean?"

Kate:: this kitty Kat is getting awfully lonely over here, and with an itch that needs to be scratched. It would be a shame if I had to handle it on my own. 😽😈

"Kate...Mrs. Walker, wants me to invite you over to our room. For some fun."

"What sort of fun?"

Drake's phone chimes again.

Kate:: tick tock, Walker. Are you two coming over to play?

"The naked kind."

Preston laughs, "You're right. I do think you're crazy."

Drake stands up. "Well are you in, or not?"

Preston shrugs, "What the Hell, I'm in."